KIRA: First Officer's Log, Stardate 48521.5.
Odo and I are returning to Deep Space 9
after reviewing security procedures at Prophet's Landing
the Bajoran colony closest to the Cardassian border.
Those orbital sensor platforms
should give the colonists plenty of advance warning
in case the Cardassians ever decide
to violate the new treaty.
Hopefully.
How did your meeting
with Security Chief Bemar go?
Fine.
Was he properly impressed
by the depth of your expertise?
( disdainful snort )
Odo, is something bothering you?
What makes you say that?
Well, for one thing, you haven't said five words to me
since we left Prophet's Landing.
Huh!
Look, if I've done something
to offend you, I wish you'd tell me what it is.
It's not important.
Whatever you say.
Certainly not worth making an issue about.
Well, glad to hear it.
It's just...
When Governor Avesta
invited us to dinner at his house...
Go on.
You said no.
And?
You never bothered to ask me if I wanted to go.
You wanted to go to the Governor's house for dinner?
Not particularly.
Well, then, what's the problem?
The problem is you never asked what I wanted.
Odo, you don't eat.
Besides, you hate socializing with people you don't know.
Well, that's beside the point.
I would have liked to have been consulted, that's all.
You're right.
Next time we are invited out for dinner
I will make sure you are the one
to say no.
I'd appreciate that.
( console beeping )
Hold on.
I'm picking up a wide band
subspace transmission from a Lissepian supply ship.
They've just been attacked by a Maquis interceptor.
Long-range sensors are detecting
a modified Peregrine-class courier ship
lightly armed, one-man crew, bearing 268 mark 301.
The Maquis use
Peregrine-class courier ships.
The Lissepians didn't sustain
any serious damage.
I'm going after him.
Right.
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I don't know what the Maquis have done
to that ship's engines, but it's fast.
Not fast enough. We're closing on him.
We better catch him soon.
We're entering the Badlands.
Wait a minute, I've lost him.
The Badlands' plasma fields
are disrupting our sensors.
Increase the sensor bandwidth.
It should compensate for the interference.
I hope you're right.
Well, he can't have gotten far.
He's got to be somewhere in this solar system.
There he is.
Looks like he's trying to land
on one of the moons orbiting that gas giant.
I'm following him in.
There's something wrong with his ship.
It looks like his attitude stabilizers have failed.
Can you get a transporter lock on him?
Too much interference.
He's trying to land on that moon.
Ah, we've lost him.
Did he make it?
I don't know.
Something in the moon's atmosphere
is jamming our sensors.
Then I guess we'll have to land and see for ourselves.
O'Brien to Sisko.
Go ahead.
Commander, there's someone here to see you.
Who is it?
It's Nog.
Nog?
Tell him it's urgent.
He says it's urgent.
Send him in.
I told you he'd see me.
( chuckles )
Commander...
first, let me express my most sincere thanks
for allowing me to speak with you.
You're welcome.
Now... what is this all about?
I wanted to give you... this.
Open it.
What's this?
It's latinum.
I know it's latinum, but why are you giving it to me?
Yesterday, I completed
the Ferengi Attainment Ceremony.
I'm an adult.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
But...
that doesn't explain this.
According to Ferengi Bylaws
section 105, subparagraph ten, upon reaching adulthood
Ferengi males must purchase an apprenticeship
from a suitable role model.
I choose you.
You want to be my apprentice?
That's right.
I want to be the first Ferengi in Starfleet.
Now, who do I see about getting a uniform?
Nog, if you want to become a Starfleet officer
you have to attend the Academy.
All right.
Where do I sign up?
It's not that simple.
As a non-Federation citizen
you need a letter of reference from a command-level officer
before you can even take the entrance exam.
A command-level officer...
you mean, like you.
Well, yes... like me.
Then you'll write the letter.
I'll think about it.
Thank you, Commander.
I know you'll make the right decision.
Aren't you forgetting something?
Keep it.
Consider it a token of my appreciation.
( sighs )
ODO: Tricorders are useless.
The atmospheric ionization is jamming their transponders.
Are you sure he's in these caverns?
Well, he wasn't in the wreckage of his ship
and given the weather conditions on the surface
there's no way anyone could survive out there
for very long, so that leaves...
( rumbling )
That's the third quake since we got here.
This moon must be seismically unstable.
The sooner we find our fugitive, the better off we'll be.
Well, finding him isn't going to be easy.
These caverns could go on forever.
And with all this seismic activity
I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to.
I say we split up.
We meet back here in 20 minutes
and if we haven't found him by then
we may have to leave without him.
If he's smart, he'll let us find him.
Federation prison would be paradise
compared to this place.
Well, let's hope he's smart.
I'll see you in 20 minutes.
Kira to Odo. Odo, can you hear me?
This is Odo. I can barely hear you.
Odo, I'm trapped. I need your help.
Come quickly. Odo, do you read me?
Stay where you are, Major. I'm on my way.
KIRA: Odo, is that you?
I'm right here, Major.
Odo, I'm glad to see you.
What's wrong?
You're not going to believe this— my foot is stuck.
Stuck? How?
I don't know.
I must have stepped in a fissure or something.
I can't get it loose.
Let me take a look.
It's not a fissure.
Then what is it?
Your foot's been encased
in some kind of crystal.
And from the look of things...
the crystal is spreading.
( rumbling )
Now, you're sure you can't pull it loose?
Oh, believe me, I've tried.
Maybe if you
slip your foot out of your boot?
I can barely feel
my foot, the crystal is pressing against it so hard.
There's no way I can get my boot off.
Hold on a minute.
This might hurt a bit.
Go ahead.
( grunts )
( chuckles )
I fail to see the humor in this situation.
Come on, Odo.
It's pretty ridiculous, don't you think
the two of us being outsmarted by a chunk of crystal?
Well, I'm not giving up just yet.
Neither am I.
Hand me my phaser.
You sure this is a good idea?
If you're not careful...
I may blow off my foot and give Julian
the chance to prove what a wonderful doctor he is?
Don't worry, I have no intention of giving him
the opportunity.
Stand back.
I guess that wasn't such a good idea after all.
The crystal formation
seems to have somehow fed off the energy
from your phaser. ( loud rumbling )
Odo to Mekong.
Two to beam out. Energize.
Odo to Mekong.
( sighs )
I can't contact the runabout.
There's too much interference.
I'll have to walk back to the landing site
and try to transport you from there.
Are you worried about leaving me here?
Now that you mention it, yes.
I'll be fine, Odo.
I promise not to go anywhere.
Nog, hand me that phase matrix recalibrator.
Here you are, Father.
QUARK: Is it fixed yet?
Not yet, Brother.
What's taking so long?
We're working as fast as we can.
The replicators' entire power supply grid
has been shorted out.
I told you, Brother, if you don't shut down
your replicators at least once a week for routine maintenance
you risk system overloads like this one.
You said it might overload the system, might.
He tried to warn you, Uncle Quark.
You should have listened to him.
No, it's my fault.
I should have explained it better.
Of course it's your fault.
Everything that goes wrong
here is your fault.
It says so
in your contract.
Now, this mess had better be cleaned up before lunchtime
or I'm taking the losses out of your pay.
Of course, Brother.
Um... I need to get a replacement power coupling
from the storage room.
I'll be right back.
Hey, Nog, what's going on?
If you're here to order lunch
you'll have to come back in an hour.
Actually, I just ate.
Hey, that was a pretty funny joke
you pulled on my dad this morning.
What?
You know— about wanting to join Starfleet.
I wasn't joking.
Come on, Nog.
You don't really expect me to fall for that one.
Did you tell your father I was joking?
Yeah. Kind of.
How could you do that to me?
I want you to go back to your father
and tell him that you were wrong.
All right, calm down.
I mean, how was I supposed to know you were serious?
You never said you wanted to join Starfleet before.
I'm saying it now.
So what brought this on?
I have my reasons.
Okay, name one.
Why should I?
Because I'm your friend
and friends don't keep secrets from one another.
It's not a secret.
I just don't feel like talking about it.
Why?
Because it's personal.
Now, stop asking me.
All right, but my father's a pretty smart guy
and if this is some kind of trick
he's going to figure it out.
There's nothing to figure out.
I'm joining Starfleet, and that's that.
Now, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do.
Computer, lock onto these coordinates
and initiate transport sequence.
COMPUTER: Unable to comply.
Explain.
The high level of atmospheric ionization
is inhibiting transporter lock.
Can you compensate for the interference
by using pattern enhancers?
Negative.
Pattern enhancers will not function
in a polarized ionization field.
Is there any way to achieve a transporter lock
in this kind of ionization field?
Negative.
( groans )
Computer, send out a priority one distress signal
to Deep Space 9.
Unable to comply.
Communication systems are inoperable
due to atmospheric interference.
In that case, launch a communications probe
and instruct it to begin
a continuous broadcast of our whereabouts
as soon as it clears the atmosphere.
Working.
Probe launch confirmed.
Computer, given ideal conditions
how soon can we expect help from Deep Space 9?
Deep Space 9 should receive the probe's distress signal
in approximately two days.
( sighs )
( phaser fire )
Kira! I heard phaser fire.
You just missed our friend.
He came out of that tunnel.
I think he was as surprised as I was.
He fired at me from over there
and when I shot back, he ran off down the tunnel.
Don't worry.
His aim wasn't any better than mine was.
He didn't miss by much.
My lucky day.
I see you've put in a request to reassign
Ensign Vilix'pran from cargo inspection.
I think that would be best.
Given his condition, I don't want him
coming into contact with any hazardous materials.
His condition?
Vilix'pran is budding.
His buds are undergoing individuation
in just over a month.
You mean, he's pregnant.
Twins.
Ah. Reassignment granted.
I'll have to make sure I offer my congratulations
to the Ensign the next time I see him.
Well, O'Brien and I are throwing him
a baby shower in a couple of days.
I think it would mean a lot to him if you were there.
Are you getting him anything?
O'Brien's building him a hatchling pond
and I've put an order in with Garak
for some new baby clothes.
Count me in.
Aye, sir.
Ensign Pran... hmm.
Commander Sisko, have you made up your mind yet
about my letter?
Not exactly.
What does that mean, "not exactly"?
Look, Nog, I have to be honest with you.
When I think of candidates for Starfleet Academy
yours is not the first name that comes to mind.
Why not? Because I'm a Ferengi?
Not at all.
The fact is, your reputation on this station
leaves a lot to be desired.
Your school grades are mediocre at best
and you've had more than a few run-ins
with Constable Odo.
Okay, okay, so I've made some mistakes.
I admit that.
But I could do better.
Just give me a chance.
You wanted to see me, Benjamin?
Lieutenant, I need a complete inventory
of the contents of Cargo Bay 12.
Didn't we inventory 12 last week?
I'd like it done again.
All right, I'll assign a crew to it immediately.
Actually, I already have
someone in mind for the job.
Really? Who?
Nog.
He's asked for a recommendation
to Starfleet Academy.
Nog?
My reaction exactly.
I always thought it would be interesting
to have a Ferengi in Starfleet... but Nog?
I know it seems unlikely
but before I make up my mind
I want to give him a chance to prove himself.
Commander, there's a lot of valuable equipment
in Cargo Bay 12.
I know.
Maybe I should assign
a couple of crew members to assist him.
No, I want him to do it alone—
no help, no interference
no one looking over his shoulder.
( deep sigh )
I wish I could analyze this material.
Too bad our tricorders don't work.
Or our communicators or the transporter.
Our fugitive couldn't have chosen
a better place to hide.
Very convenient, don't you think?
You make it sound like he planned on trapping us.
Well, maybe he did, but it's not going to work.
I'm going to get you out of here.
How long do you think I have, Odo?
Long enough.
I figure at the rate the crystal's been growing...
I'm going to be completely covered
in less than 12 hours.
Unless this cave collapses first.
There has got to be a way to shatter this crystal!
I'm sure there is, but that doesn't mean
we're going to find it in less than 12 hours!
We'll find it.
Major...
do you ever look at the criminal activity reports
we get from Starfleet Security?
Not often.
Well, you should.
They make fascinating reading.
A few months ago, we got a report
on a theft on Remmil VI.
It seems the natives there spin a kind
of crystalline webbing that they use
to construct their buildings.
A band of Nausicaan raiders
broke into their Central Museum
by using a high-frequency ultrasonic generator
to create a sympathetic vibration inside the webbing
and shatter it.
So all we need to do
is find a band of Nausicaan raiders
and ask them to give us a hand?
No, I might be able to put together a makeshift generator
using the covariant oscillator on the runabout.
Ah, the trick will be
finding the right frequency to create
a sympathetic vibration inside this crystal.
I'm going to have to go back to the runabout
start assembling the generator.
Keep your phaser handy in case
our friend decides to come back.
I will.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Constable...
when we get back to the station
I'm going to start reading
those criminal activity reports.
I'll make sure you get them.
Due to a computer error
we lost the manifest on this entire cargo bay.
Commander Sisko would like you
to re-inventory its contents.
The entire cargo bay?
That's right.
By myself?
Look, Nog, Starfleet isn't just
about diplomacy, exploration.
A lot of the time, it's just hard work.
When does Commander Sisko want it done?
He would like the manifest on his desk
first thing in the morning.
He'll have it tonight
before he goes off duty.
Tomorrow morning will be fine, Nog.
Now, if you don't mind, Lieutenant
I'd like to get started.
How long do you think it's going to be
before the generator finds the right frequency?
It's hard to say.
It could take hours.
I don't suppose there's any way to speed things up.
I didn't think so.
Don't worry, Major.
I have every intention of getting us back to the station
by tomorrow night.
Chief O'Brien is counting on it.
What does O'Brien have to do with it?
We... have an appointment.
What kind of appointment?
Talk to me, Odo.
It helps pass the time.
The, uh, Chief and I
are supposed to go kayaking together
in a holosuite.
You're kidding.
How did he talk you
into that one?
He didn't "talk me" into anything.
It's really quite enjoyable.
You mean, you've done it before?
Twice.
He invited me one evening
and seeing I had no plans, I accepted.
I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble
imagining the two of you together in a boat.
Well, if it helps any
he's the one who does all the singing.
He sings?
He says it's necessary
to establish a smooth paddling rhythm.
This gets better and better.
What kinds of songs does he sing?
Ancient human sea chanteys, mostly.
He's particularly fond of one called "Louie, Louie."
I never pictured O'Brien as the nautical type.
Next to his work and his family
shooting the rapids is his favorite activity.
He's had the holo-program since he was on the Enterprise.
How long do these boat trips usually take?
That depends.
On what?
On how many times we capsize.
It must be a very difficult program.
It's extremely difficult.
According to him
he's dislocated his shoulder
half a dozen times
trying to make it down those rapids.
Then why does he keep doing it?
Because he loves it.
And it's been my observation
that you humanoids have a hard time
giving up the things you love
no matter how much they might hurt you.
I'm glad you're here, Odo.
I'm glad I'm here, too.
Odo!
( rocks thudding )
Major... I'm all right.
What about the generator?
It's fine.
It still hasn't found the right frequency
to shatter the crystal.
Tell it to hurry.
A couple more tremors like that last one
and this whole cave is going to collapse.
Well, we'll just have to make sure
that doesn't happen.
After all, we've been in worse situations
than this one and come out all right.
Name three.
I can't think of any, either.
No, it... it's not that.
It's just that...
that wasn't the response I expected.
What do you mean?
In the detective novels
Chief O'Brien gives me to read
when the hero says
"we've been in tougher situations than this one"
his friends always agree.
I never read any of those books.
Well, there must be some humanoid platitude
I can use to cheer you up.
I don't have
much use for platitudes, Odo.
I'd rather face the truth of a situation
and go on from there.
I feel the same way.
I know you do.
That's why you and I get along so well.
I suppose it is.
But, in this case, the truth is
we're going to get you out of here, Major
and that's no platitude.
I must admit, this is impressive work.
Incredible is more like it.
He inventoried the whole cargo bay
in under five hours.
You're sure he didn't have any help?
According to the internal sensors
no one else entered that cargo bay
the entire time he was there.
I guess he did learn something
working in his uncle's storeroom.
I assume that all of our equipment
is where it's supposed to be?
If you're asking if he stole anything
the answer is no.
He even found some things we missed
on our last inventory.
Okay. So now we know he's a hard worker.
The question remains
why does he want to join Starfleet?
I have no idea.
I don't understand it.
I've run through
the entire harmonic spectrum
and none of the frequencies
have had any effect on the crystal.
It's almost as if
the structure of the crystal is mutating
to keep us from finding the right frequency.
( weakly ): Odo?
Yes, Major?
( squeaky gasp )
Oh, I wish there was
something else I could do.
Just keep talking to me.
What do you want me to say?
Anything. Tell me a story.
A story?
I know.
Tell me how you got your name.
My name?
Ah...
now that you mention it, that is an amusing story.
Tell it to me.
Well...
as you know, when Dr. Mora
first brought me to his laboratory
it was under Cardassian supervision.
All specimens had to be
clearly labeled in Cardassian
so the Overseers would always know
what the scientists were working on.
Since no one was exactly sure what I was
Mora labeled me "unknown sample"
which the Overseer translated
into Cardassian as odo'ital.
So your name is "unknown sample"?
No... no.
Odo'ital literally means the word "nothing."
Even after it became clear that I was sentient
the Bajoran scientists kept calling me that.
As a joke, they split it into two words
like a Bajoran name: "Odo Ital."
Which eventually got shortened...
To Odo.
Ah.
( rumbling )
But now the thing is, for the longest time
whenever anyone would use my name
the first thing I would think of
was what it meant: "Nothing."
What better way to describe me?
I had no family, no friends
no place where I belonged.
I thought it was the most appropriate name
anyone could give me...
and then I met you...
and the others— Sisko, Dax, even Quark.
And now...
when I hear one of you call me "Odo"
I no longer think of myself as nothing.
I think of myself as me.
( weeping quietly )
I'm sorry, Major.
I guess that story wasn't as amusing
as I hoped it would be.
No, I liked it very much.
The ultrasonic generator
isn't going to work, is it?
No, I'm afraid it's not.
I don't suppose...
you have any other ideas?
( sighs )
I wish I had.
Neither do I.
It doesn't make sense.
The ultrasonic generator should have worked.
Something's not right here.
Odo...
you've done your best.
It's time for you to go.
Go?
This place is going to collapse
any minute.
The Maquis is probably dead from one of the cave-ins.
There's nothing more you can do for me.
If you're asking me to leave...
As your superior officer
I'm telling you to take the runabout
and get the hell
off this moon.
That's an order.
( gasping )
Odo, why are you still standing there?
I told you to get out of here.
I'm not leaving.
Constable, I gave you a direct order.
You can order me all you want.
As of now, I'm resigning my commission.
Odo, if you stay here, you'll die.
You don't know that
for certain!
And even if it were true, I'm not going to abandon you.
I want you to get out of here.
Don't you understand?
I can't!
You have to.
Odo, please.
No, I won't leave you!
Why?
Because!
Because...
I'm in love with you.
So...
now you know.
Odo...
I'm in love with you, too.
You wanted to see me, Commander?
Nog...
I've given your request a lot of thought.
I appreciate that, Commander.
Turn me down? Why?
Did I do something wrong?
It's not anything you did, Nog.
You're just not Academy material.
Here...
this belongs to you.
Commander, can't we talk about this?
There's nothing to talk about.
We both know you'd never make it through the Academy.
You couldn't handle the workload or the discipline.
You wouldn't last two weeks.
That's not true.
I'm a hard worker!
I proved that to you!
It doesn't matter.
And I'm not going to put my reputation on the line
just to satisfy some whim of yours.
It's not just a whim.
I'm serious about joining Starfleet.
I don't have time
for this, Nog.
Now, whatever little scheme you had, you can forget it.
I'm not giving you that letter.
It's not a joke or a scheme.
I want to join Starfleet.
I want it more than anything
I've ever wanted in my life.
You're a Ferengi.
Why would you want to be in Starfleet?
Where's the profit in it?
I don't care about profit!
Then what do you care about?
Come on, Nog, tell me!
Why is it so damned important that you get into Starfleet?
Why are you doing this?
Because I don't want to end up like my father!
Your... father.
That's right.
My father.
He's been chasing profit his whole life
and what has it gotten him?
Nothing.
And you know why?
Because he doesn't have the lobes.
And neither do I.
And "a Ferengi without profit..."
"... Is no Ferengi at all."
The 18th Rule of Acquisition.
My father is a mechanical genius.
He could have been Chief Engineer of a starship
if he'd had the opportunity.
But he went into business, like a good Ferengi.
The only thing is, he's not
a good Ferengi.
Not when it comes to acquiring profit.
So now, all he has to live for
is the slim chance that someday, somehow
he might be able to take over my uncle's bar.
Well, I'm not going to make the same mistake.
I want to do something with my life—
something worthwhile.
Like joining Starfleet?
I may not have an instinct for business
but I have my Father's hands
and my Uncle's tenacity.
I know I've got something to offer.
I just need the chance to prove it.
All right.
I'll see that you get that chance.
( laughs )
You're going to recommend me to Starfleet Academy?
I'll send the letter the first thing tomorrow morning.
Commander, I don't know how to thank you!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't thank me yet.
You still have a lot of work ahead of you.
Don't worry.
You're never going to regret this.
( strained ): Odo?
Yes, Major?
You haven't said a word to me in over an hour.
I've just been going over a few things in my mind.
I'm sorry I waited so long
to tell you how I feel about you.
If I'd told you earlier
maybe things would have been different.
Ah.
What are you smiling about?
I think I've finally figured out what's going on here.
This whole situation
hasn't seemed right since the beginning.
There have been too many coincidences
too many unanswered questions.
Are you still trying to prove that this is
all some kind of conspiracy?
You said the Maquis was standing here when he shot at you?
That's right.
How tall was he? My height?
No...
maybe shorter.
Like this?
More or less.
What does it matter, anyway?
It matters because, from this position
you're blocking those phaser hits.
There's no way someone standing here
could hit those rocks
without hitting you first.
Maybe he was standing somewhere else.
Maybe...
or maybe you were lying to me.
Which makes two times you've lied to me today.
What are you talking about?
You lied when you said you were shot at by the Maquis
and you lied when you said you loved me.
But I do love you.
I wish you did, but you don't.
Remember, Major, I pride myself on my ability to observe
human nature, and I've watched you
for the past three years.
In all that time, I never saw any indication
that you had those kind of feelings for me.
You like me...
you think of me as a close friend...
but love?
I'm afraid not.
Maybe I told you I loved you because I thought...
it would make you feel better.
Because I thought that's what you wanted to hear.
You're lying again.
The Kira I know
has far too much regard for our friendship
to lie to me...
even for the best of reasons.
Odo, I can explain.
Good.
And you can start by telling me
who you are and what you've done with Kira.
Well done, Odo.
You really are quite a skillful investigator.
( sighs )
And you're quite a skillful changeling.
You still have much to learn.
If you want to share your wisdom
tell me where Major Kira is.
Close by.
You were the fugitive
we were chasing, weren't you?
That's correct.
( sighs )
How did you get your hands on a Maquis ship?
Now, Odo, you really can't expect me
to give you all the answers.
But why lead us here?
Why replace Major Kira?
( rumbling )
I needed to understand why you chose
to live with the solids
rather than your own people.
I suspected it had something to do with Major Kira.
Now, I'm certain of it.
So your plan was to let me think she died.
You thought that would take away my link to the solids?
Then you would return to us.
I assure you nothing will ever make me do that.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Tell me where she is.
And if I don't, then what? You'll shoot me?
No changeling has ever harmed another.
There's always a first time.
Major Kira is down that tunnel
200 meters south of here.
Save her, if it suits you
but it won't make any difference.
She is never going to love you.
How could she?
You are a changeling.
Major, wake up!
Odo, what happened?
What am I doing here?
It's a long story.
Right now, we have to get you back to the Mekong.
There's one thing I still don't understand.
If that Founder was trying to test
your allegiance to the solids
why did she impersonate me?
I suppose it's because
you happened to be with me in the runabout.
It could have just as easily been
Commander Sisko, Doctor Bashir...
What finally made you realize the truth?
Well, she eventually made a mistake.
She said something I know you would never say.
What was that?
Just a slip of the tongue...
nothing important.
I tell you, I won't stand for it.
No nephew of mine
is going to disgrace our family name
by joining Starfleet.
But, Uncle Quark...
My mind is made up.
I forbid it.
No, you don't.
Rom, stay out of this.
I will not.
When it comes to the bar, you may be in charge
but, when it comes to my son, I make the decisions.
Fine.
You tell him he can't go.
Nog...
good luck.
I would be proud
to have a son in Starfleet.
You're both insane.
Like father, like son.
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